Twenty-seven years young

Its Birthday Week times two at our house.
Today for me.
Thursday is a GOLDEN birthday for Matt.

Ever hear the one about the husband and wife who met at birth?
It goes something like this:

A devoted wife, mother of one toddler, and aspiring nurse-to-be, was 10 months pregnant (yes, I mean 10 months). She figured that baby of hers was getting a bit too comfortable inside her womb, so she and her husband went to St. Joseph's Hospital on Jan. 23rd to be induced. Unfortunately for her, there was not a single empty bed. The labor and delivery department had its hands full with women who were already in actual labor. The staff told her to come back on Jan.25 - TWO FULL DAYS later. My mother was not very happy about this. Nevertheless, she obliged, and I was able to "cook" two more days. January 25th arrived, my mother was induced and I was born: a healthy baby girl!

But the story doesn't end there.

While mother rested and baby girl got used to her new big, bright, noisy world, in the very next room there happened to be another devoted wife, mother of a toddler who had just given birth to her second son. Matt was born at St. Joseph's Hospital on Jan.27th.

A day and a half apart, Matt and I were born in the same hospital. Wheneven people ask how we met, I reply, "Oh, you know. We met in the hospital nursery."

And here we are, 27 years later. Married, raising two darling daughters in our very own home. Happy GOLDEN Birthday, to my best friend and soulmate.